[Verse One: Bru Swain]
(Loud coughs)
Agatewaydrug. Bru Swain
Bru Swain got the dope to go and make your ears bleed
You listen to my tracks then, suddenly, you fear me
It's one thing to bump it and to say that you hear me
But it's a whole 'nother game when you say that you're near me
Not nearly. Sincerely. My flow is f***ing piercing
Enough to make your ears bleed. I'll find you sipping queer skeet
You are not on my page. Not even on the same level
Mind blown from that haze, eyes red like the devil
If you look up to me then know that I am nothing special
I'm just a kid that does what I want- fist full of metal
I'll spike your b**h and kick your a**. Best believe I'm getting that
I skeeted on her f***ing back and filmed that a** getting waxed
Load it up and send it in a e-mail. Label it as "Me f***king with your female."
I ain't gonna sit around and give you all the details. I'll just let you see for yourself
I ain't saying that I win every time, but I put it on God that you'll remember mine
If it ain't a good deal then I ain't about to sign
Agatewaydrug like chronic blunts and s**t. We blowing minds
Woo! Ah, s**t, I got a little tongue twisted
But, uh, Will I got this fat blunt to roll. I need you to come get this second verse for me
Aight?
[Verse Two: Ketsuban]
Another one? Hell yeah. I got you
One day I said, "F**k it" and stopped holding back
Learned how to rap and pulled my weight on the track
People said it was good and I was surprised
It started off as a joke but ended up being a prize
I mean, s**t, this my pa**ion. Got what pop rap's lacking
Talking bout goons and goblins? Motherf***er, I'm a dragon
Shotgun advocate. 20 gauge in the trap and s**t
Think I'm lying? Test me, ho. You can call me pest control
Probably the realest that you'll never f***ing hear of
I know you feel this. Why you acting like you got some earplugs?
So, open your mouth and tell me what you think of this
Oh, you're being quiet now because your girl knows my lyrics, b**h
Used to f**k gutther s*uts that had flat bodies
Now the only nuts I bust are in certified hotties
So I guess I'll meet you now and knock you out if you so choose
But I feel like I must warn you; playing this game with me, you'll lose
Hold up. Oh, s**t. Put that blunt out man
(Door knocks)
Kulprit's about to get on this s**t
[Verse Three: Kulprit D]
Aye. Here we go
Greetings. Wrote it on my phone. Got me in the zone
I've *been* fly. n***a, I've flown
Greetings. don't mess with we three
Cerberus. Beastly. I got hate mail. You want a cc?
These two dudes smell like weed. See
I'm on another level- the same on Donkey Kong threw barrels from
Princess Peach, ready for me to teach. I'mma dust in diamonds, no Screech. Ummm
Will hates that trap stuff but he knows that I k** it
Bru saw a fine car. I know that he'll steal it
Rev the engine and peel it. Gotta wheel and deal it.
Don't say you don't feel it. "K" on my back and I don't conceal it
Aye, ya'll didn't get me a birthday present. I'm mad about that s**t
(Beat comes to a grinding halt)
Bru, you wanna go again?
[Verse Four: Bru Swain]
Yeah, ok. Let me see what I got for this. Ohhhh
Kay! Let's go. Let me show ya how it's done
I beat the breaks up off this beat and then I make the beat run
I crack your feet then snap your knee and then I crack the other one
Slap you with skeet then make you tweet. I just do it cause it's fun
It ain't nothing to me. I stay puffing them trees
So much I believe that it's all up to me
It's my calling to be the most raw emcee
I dropped your jaw now make believe
You hate it all cause you ain't me
I just put forth a little effort and a little practice
Homies got the green on deck like they're a f***ing Packer
Doesn't even f***ing matter. Beat the saltiest f***ing cracker
Spike up any f***ing b**h and I ain;t even gotta ask her